Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

"What should I call you?" "Jerol O'Brian McCall, is my name. Call me Jerol from now on, Mrs McCall." I nod my head, and he walks out, closing the door behind him. "Mrs McCall." I murmur to myself as I tuck myself under the blue duvet again. Mrs McCall, it is, for five months!

Come find me… Please.

I take a deep breath, wiping away the tear that had fallen onto my cheek. This is it. The glorious moment I have been waiting for. And without further hesitation, I announce the name. “The person is Natasha Collins.”

“Every time, you call my name, I’ll be there… just do that for me as well, Aurora. Please choose me over everything, even your own breath, even your morals.” “Even me myself…” I reply.

“Like a Jaguar. J-A-G-U-A—” To accept what he was saying, I closed my eyes and raised my hand. “OK! You don’t have to spell your name, crazy!” I combed my hair and stood up again. “I don’t trust you; what I need to do is get Erin back from them.” I said.

She didn't even know why she felt that way. Elliott didn't quite like being addressed like that. He said, "Call me Eli." Seraphine widened her eyes in surprise. "Huh?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "What? You don't want to?" His voice was low and threatening, and his gaze even more so. "Uh…" Seraphine was bemused. What was he… "Come on. Call my name." Elliott's deep voice carried a hint of allure, and he didn't take his eyes off her as he spoke.

For once, I stood my ground, refusing to hide my pain just to simplify things for them. "I possess a name." I’m Serena. Not Diana-esque. Not a substitute for Diana. Not the daughter who ought to resemble Diana more. Myself. Serena. "When will you begin to notice that?”

The boy he used to be before he became this monster. I shove him with both hands. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Stay away from me,” I whisper, but my voice trembles. Ryder laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Too late for that, Mia. You wrote my name thirty-seven times. Thirty-seven! You’re obsessed.” He skates backward a few feet, arms spread wide like he’s performing for the crowd. “Listen up, Wolves fans! If anyone sees Mia touching herself while thinking about me, please report back. I like knowing my charity cases are staying dedicated!”

All I could do was gasp repeatedly as I struggled to call out his name. “A-Ace?”

Disappointment settles in my stomach when I see my brother’s name. KEVIN: Call me, berry. NOW